Chapter 25: Ill Intentions

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Eric didn’t press her further and just said, “Well then, let’s go inside. Standing here, others will spot you the moment they enter.”

Joy flashed across Audrey’s eyes. “Can I go in now?”

Eric said nonchalantly, “If you want to go in, go in. What’s there to consider?”

[True, since nobody cares whether I’m here or not, I’ll go back to my room and play with my phone.]

Eric rolled his eyes. He was really impressed.

At this moment, Charlotte had already been called away by a group of rich girls.

Eric had initially planned to enter the party with Audrey. His mother had given him a list of people he should network with at the party that morning, but he really wasn’t in the mood to do that.

Tired as he was, making connections should be about shared interests. In Amanda’s eyes, connections were all about their value.

Everything seemed to revolve around money and benefits. He wondered if Amanda was ever tired of doing such things.

Eric wanted to hide with Audrey, but he clearly didn’t manage to do so. Gary got someone to call him over, saying that Gary wanted to introduce someone to him.

Eric could only follow the man to Gary.

As Eric left, he reminded Audrey, “If you don’t like it, you can just go back inside.”

Don’t cower in the corner and look pitiful.

He didn’t voice what he was really thinking.

Audrey nodded, and after he walked away, she prepared to head back inside.

The distance from the lawn to the house was just a hundred meters, and it would take less than a minute to get there. Yet, within that short time frame, she was approached by two individuals.

Two women. Audrey extracted information about them from the original host’s memories.

These two women’s families were relatively well-off, though certainly not on par with the Lance family. The reason they held a grudge against the original host was that they had hoped to use her connections to get close to Abner.

However, the original host had refused, and they had a confrontation. Audrey had forgotten the details of the argument.

But one thing was certain: these two individuals were not here for pleasant conversation.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Audrey? Heard you had a car accident recently. Hope you didn’t damage anything important,” the woman with short hair’s voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm, sounding like a witch from a movie.

Audrey remained silent, staring coldly at her.

The short-haired woman’s face twisted in annoyance; Audrey’s attitude made her feel as if she had punched a pillow, thoroughly uncomfortable.

Seeing Audrey’s expression, the woman with long hair continued the conversation where the short-haired woman left off. “I heard she hurt her head in the accident. Looking at her like this, it seems her brain might be damaged.”

Audrey took a deep breath, ready to speak, when she heard a familiar voice.

“Audrey.”

Audrey turned her gaze in the direction of the voice. It was Abner, and he was accompanied by someone else.

Seeing the newcomer, Audrey’s face stiffened for a moment.

“Big brother,” Audrey addressed him.

She hesitated before forcing herself to speak, “Mr. Hill.”

[Is it really necessary for the two of them to be so inseparable? Is it possible that Big Brother’s coldness has rubbed off on him?]

Audrey had an incredulous thought.

Both Abner and Evans wore slightly awkward expressions.

The two women who had previously seemed to be seeking trouble wore expressions that had turned decidedly unpleasant. Their faces had taken on shades of both green and white, a clear sign of their discomfort and alarm. They were well aware of the fact that the three siblings held no fondness for Audrey. Despite this, Abner had taken the bold step of addressing her by her first name, Audrey.

They originally came because they thought that even if they were discovered, no one would help Audrey.

However, their certainty seemed to waver in that moment. Moreover, their intention was to ridicule Audrey, but they had no intention of letting Abner and Evans hear this. They understood that this would create a bad impression.

“Mr. Hill, Mr. Lance.”

The two greeted with awkward smiles.

Abner glanced at the two of them. He vaguely knew which family they belonged to, but he couldn’t remember their names.

He only nodded coldly at the two of them.

Evans appeared oblivious to the presence of the two women. Although he had observed Audrey’s evident unease, he appeared unfazed by it. He approached Audrey in a manner that suggested familiarity and casually inquired, “Miss Audrey, how did the audition go?”

Just as those words left her lips, Audrey felt the weight of two pairs of eyes fixated on her, their gazes almost carrying a venomous intensity.

Audrey shivered slightly and said with a fake smile, “Pretty good.”

[Oh my god, stay away from me. I still want to live for a few more years.]